Terminal Five

The Vanity Fair party the other night wasn't very good . As one guest put it, "No food, no wine, no party." There was vodka. Only vodka. And since I am on the wagon this did me little good. There were little pieces of hard bread with something light brown squirted on top but it was hardly food. Anyways, it was brilliant to see my Aunt Betty & Uncle Pat, both retired TWA employees who spend so many years in that Terminal 5. And the architecture was worth the drive out. Hopeful it will become a wonderful house of art permanently.

And I hope the next time Vanity Fair puts their name on a party they remember to serve decent wine and hearty food. Or any wine and food. They also need to ditch the kids in dirty jeans posing as paparazzi to greet guests. There is little worse than fake paparazzi.

Here are the annoying faux paparazzi with no film in their cameras and some of the terminal's excellent lines.

Jim Lowney Photo

Jim Lowney Photo